Shattered Life: Chapter 3: Watching you go...and moving on...

I looked down the hall feeling lost, scared, and confused. Everything around me was becoming a blur when Ephram came up to me.

"Hey. What's up?" He said looking at me concerned

"Oh nothing, except the fact that my boyfriend recently died and I'm spending most of my free time up in my room throwing things and screaming."

"Sounds good." He said sarcastically while he opened his locker.

"Most definently." I said back replying to his sarcastic remark while twirling the lock on my locker to get it open...it wouldn't. "Piece of shit!" I said screaming at it.

"You okay?" He asked looking at me blankly.

"Yeah...yeah I'm fine...Um...I'm going to head to class early today okay?" I said in bewilderment and confusion.

"Okay...see ya in a little bit I guess." He said as I walked off down the noisy, pushy, shovey halls of Peak Country High.

Ephram's POV

I had this longing feeling to go chase after her but I didn't. I knew it would be wrong. She needs some time to herself because she is hurting. I'll let her be she'll come to me...eventually.

"Hello? helllllooo?? Hey! Um...you are kind of in the way of my locker, Could you move maybe?" Someone says as I turn around to see who it is. A girl standing about my height in battle boots and leggings that say something on them, with a short skirt and a T-shirt that says "Twins Hell" on it with netting on her arms, with her hair sticking up like she has just be electrocuted with plum colored dye and neon violet streaks through it.

"Oh um...sorry."

"No problem! I didn't mean to break your train of thought but I needed to get to my locker!" She said looking in her locker for something not exactly sure what. Her locker was covered with pictures of bands and friends and other things. It was like one big collage, I liked it. She slams it shut, "Katrina Lancaster." she says holding out her. "Just moved here from Jersey."

"Ephram Brown. Moved her about a year ago from Manhattan." I said looking at this strange but nice girl standing in front of me.

"Ah...Manhattan. I used to get my weekly dose of ecstasy there! I loved that stuff." She said looking like she was remembering good old memories. I looked at her like she was psycho. "I'm just kidding...man is everyone this serious here?" She says with a look on her face that says, "this place really is crazy."

"No....just the sane ones." I say with sarcasm knowing that there is no sane person in this town, least not one I could think of.

"HA! Yeah...not to many people look sane here. They all look like dressed up Barbie's and Ken's that waste there life away screaming and suffering trapped inside their perfect body's."

"That's pretty much it." I say knowing that I could get use to this girl.

"Well nice meeting you Ephram! I gotta get to class sadly enough...hopefully will meet again! Bye!" She said running down the hall to get to her next class.

"See ya!" I yell back at her. She turns and smiles. I like her smile. Too bad I can't stand here all day and daydream about it. I need to get to class...

Amy's POV

I haven't seen Ephram for days. I thought I was avoiding him but now it's starting to feel like he is avoiding me. I feel lost and left out. I sit in my bedroom on my unmade bed, shaking. I mean uncontrollably shaking. I haven't eaten for for days it feels and I swear I have no nails left. There is nothing left to throw up so I sit by the toilet and just produce dry heaves the whole time. Nothing seems right anymore. I want Ephram to come find me, save me, do something because I'm slowly losing myself and I have no idea how to get myself back...

Ephram's POV

I've been thinking a lot about Katrina lately. It's weird like everytime her name is mentioned I get this feeling...it's not normal. I don't want to have a crush on her because I should be taking care of Amy. I should care for her since I truly love her! Why do I have all of these feelings in me?! I feel like a balloon full of mixed emotions! I want to feel normal! I want to be myself...

Katrina's POV

I've been trying to forget the past lately. But all of the bad things just keep coming back. The scraping metal, the cracking glass, the unbareably screams. It's horrible! I hate it! When I get home, I turn my music up to maximum volume and try to drown out all the things I'm hearing in my head...none of it goes away. All of it stays there...ingraved in my memory...never going to go away...